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[dissonates]

Anyone who bothers to read this:

Does the clinic have painkillers? Also, is there a decent healer available? I can't handle another of the replica's goddamned meals but I can't get up to make my own.

[Private to Guy]

He's not just sulking in a corner somewhere, is he?

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[dissonates]

That would be helpful.

Me or the replica could learn. We both can control seventh fonons.

... I wouldn't trust that dreck with delicate work like this, though.

[cherub-gardios.livejournal.com]

Well, there's the Filial magic. And I don't know how long we'll be supped up like this; it happened to abruptly that I know the Malnosso have something to do with it, so I doubt it'll last once they get bored.

[dissonates]

Filial magic? I don't know anything about that.

[cherub-gardios.livejournal.com]

...oh, that's right.

Well, um...apparently when they changed us into Filial, we gained the abilities of the species. Such as elemental magic and...well, we can talk to animals.

[dissonates]

.... We can talk to animals.

[cherub-gardios.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Bunnies, deer. Wolves. Animals.

[dissonates]

And idiot replicas.

...What the hell do you say to them?

[cherub-gardios.livejournal.com]

...not a lot. They're pretty simple...most of them, anyways. Birds are bad conversationalists.

[dissonates]

...This conversation is too weird.

We can figure out our abilities once this personality issue's been sorted out. Everyone is too scattered to think straight.

[totamethewild.livejournal.com]

My father should have some..... I'll look around. And I-- I can heal now... so...

[wise_maiden]

I'm a healer. What's the problem?

It's lucky that you found someone to cook for you.

[dissonates]

That's useful. I'd suggest waiting until whatever is affecting everyone wears off. Don't put yourself in unnecessary danger.

[dissonates]

Two broken ribs, one cracked, and both hands seriously burned from an energy backlash.

Only if the food isn't toxic.

[wise_maiden]

Where are you located?

[dissonates]

House #5. You know of the map?

I wouldn't recommend coming while so many people are hostile.

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

I have some painkillers.... do you want them?

[dissonates]

Hn, so you can still talk.

Why do you think I asked for them?

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

I'll go get them.

[dissonates]

I thought you'd be sulking.

Fine, you know where to find me.

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

I'll be right there.

[dissonates]

Bring some water while you're at it.

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

Okay.

[Action]

[dissonates]

[Asch shut his journal and sat back in the bed, closing his eyes and focusing on his breathing. There was a stabbing pain in his gut every time he inhaled, despite the fact that he'd told Guy he was fine, and painkillers were the only things he could rely on. He couldn't distract himself with action when he could hardly stay on his feet.

... Stupid replica.]

[Action]

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

[Action]

[dissonates]

[Asch heard the footsteps distantly, and he didn't miss the hesitation. At the knock, he opened one eye and called out his answer.]

Come in.